Love you, my teacher. You like a match, lit the light, at the expense of their own; you like a pencil, access to knowledge, worn on their own; you like Sassafras, get rid of the error, the oneself. Would you like a trainer, let me like you second soar to great heights; mother, let me carefree and content. Love you, my teacher."You don't have a job, how do you work? This powerful and solemn words left a mark in my heart.
Once, I was not able to hold the book to the office because of my homework. After class, you called me to the office, I fear has taken a step by step, for fear you would fly into a rage, but you carefully told me a lot, and then, without saying a word. Your deep eyes, let me be afraid.Love you, my teacher.